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My dog tried a grapefruit once. It's hard to describe just how cute and hilarious it was when he'd take a little lick, shiver from the bitterness and shy away, and then go in for another lick.
We also brought home a mineral ball once, a big one, and he found it something eminently attackable. He'd move to grab it with his mouth, realize it was too large or too hard to bite or carry, stop, paw at it, and repeat, like he was attacking a giant bug. (He also used to body slam stinkbugs into the carpet - less cute)
Oh, when he was young, my grandmother encouraged him to be a lapdog. Unfortunately, he was a bit too big for that. So as he grew up, he was big enough that he'd sit on my grandmother's lap, but slowly slip off, and then jump back up to try again.
Oh, he'd also carry his food in his mouth out to the living room and drop it on the floor so he could eat 'with' us.
My grandparents' dog used to sleep sandwiched between the pillows. If you walked by in the middle of the night, you'd see her little head poking out, eyes glistening and watching you as you made your way through the hallway. Never seemed to bother my grandmother's sleep at all, having a little Pomeranian beneath her head all night.
She would also hop up on the back of the couch to get high enough to perch on my grandfather's bald head. And he would let her.